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*He sat, ornate robes drapes about his small frame...*
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S.Y. 310.10 (December
6, 2001) *His
scythe was clutched tightly by his small hand, standing straight. The
dark room was illuminated only by the strangle symbol glowing on the
floor under him, allowing him to view Sosaria in an almost omnipotent
gaze. He watched as men and women fought to uphold there faction, or
to simply eat. It was pathetic, they knew nothing, they whent about
there lives, emodiments of ignorance. It was almost sad he would have
to crush there simple existence. He turned in his mind, as a ray of
golden light split from the land, a beacon to him. It had been what
he was searching for. He felt his mind surging forward, and found himself
"standing" on the second story window. The book rested in
Engvals hands, and the door slammed shut.* *Chuckling to himself, he let his spirit form return to his body. The scones in the chamber became alight, and the symbol on the floor dimmed and faded. Standing up, he paced to his own window, and muttered a few words. A small, impish creature appeared. Its purple and red body was decked with spikes and its forked toungue darted about. "Master??" "Send my tidings to my men... Tell them tomorrow we march on our enemies, a mission of great importance. I will spread greater information to them later, and a more stable hour." *The imp nodded vigourously, then snapped, evaporating into a plume of steam. Richard stepped to the side, and opened his armoire. The Liturgy Of Truth was a dangerous weapon, even if Engval was apparently ignorant to its workings. He had to find a way to contend with its power. It would surely destroy him if he came close enough to take it. Rummaging through his armoire, his hand fell on a round orb, made of adamantine it was decorated with moons and suns which seemed to glow. He pulled it apart, a single coin resting in its plush center. He pulled it free, smiling suddenly. This would work. The Chronotic Disc would simply revert the book to a period of time away from him, then he could gather it back when the neccesary rites of protection were invoked.* *Tomorrow would be a dark day. He so loved dark days.* |